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the longer you avoid it the louder it gets
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Photos by Pilllpat on Flickr
I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game
the light always returns
Where the moment rests - Line Holtegaard , 2025.
Danish , b, 1980 -
Oil on canvas , 100 x 120 cm.
Been awhile since I opened Tumblr in my laptop and writing seems to help contain my thoughts that were running wild and out of control.
Been left alone today and I was just in the mood to start listening to the songs I used to play when I was in high school to college.
I couldn't help but to sing-shout every single lyrics.
I felt free.
I wanted to shout and drown the many noises that's drowning me reently.
I couldn't care less about anyone hearing me.
But I felt like everything just escaped from me. Everything. The anger, hurt, sadness that I've been feeling these days.
I really don't know what's causing these. But I just try to deal with the roller coaster of emotions lately.
These were the songs that saved me.
comfort quilt 🌙🫖🐈 | prints
Happy Thanksgiving!! Wishing you lots of crunchy leaves to step on. 🍁🍂
“Fuck it” – my final thought before making most decisions.
“rip tumblr” girl i’m literally still here
Let’s climb on and chew and get chomped by mama
Me, seeing the first frame of this video: Oh, mama's at the end of her rope. :')
she seems a lil stressed
Happy New Year, Charlie Brown (1985) dir. Sam Jaimes & Bill Melendez
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
this is not a place of honor
feeling snoopy as hell
#mysnoopy
Campos de cempasúchil.